You are Jana, a princess living in the kingdom of Larion. You wake up in a big feather bed and hear clamoring outside your door. A knight rushes in to tell you the king has been assassinated and your father's kingdom has fallen. The knight expresses concern that you might have been killed too, but you are unconcerned.
You rush to the window when you hear more news.
 
> You leave the castle.
You find yourself under attack from wild orcs and ogres. You quickly grab your sword and shield to fight off the orcs, but a particularly large ogre smashes you with his club and sends you to the floor.
 
> You pass out from the ogre's blow.
You wake up in a dungeon. Magically, your feet are bound. A woman, Sergeant Ambrosia, stands over you with a sword and orders you to be taken away.
 
> You say "Who are you? Where am I?"
Sergeant Ambrosia glares at you. "I'll ask the questions, princess! Where are you from?"
You answer quickly. "I am Jana of the Kingdom of Larion."
 
> You say "Please miss. What do you want with me?"
The woman smiles cruelly. "I'll ask the questions, princess. What do you know about the Shadow Guard?"
You are taken aback by the sudden change in topic.
 
> You say "Shadow guard? I-I don't know anything of the sort. Please if this is about politics, my father can answer the questions."
Sergeant Ambrosia sneers. " Oh no, this isn't about politics. This has to do with a criminal gang."
You panic.
 
> You say "As a princess, I don't know much about criminal affairs. Please, I just want to go home."
Sergeant Ambrosia raises her eyebrow. "This isn't about you going home. This has to do with you getting protection from the law."
She leaves and returns with two guards.
 
> You say "Please, I don't know what this is about!"
The guards grab you and take you away.
After several days of imprisonment, you're brought to the head of the Shadow Guard, Cyrus. He sits on a soft velvet chair while you stand in front of him.
 
> You say "So you're Cyrus? I've heard so much about you."
Cyrus ignores your flirting and continues the interrogation.
"Why were you in the sewers?"
You panic.
How do you answer this?
 
> You say "I don't know what on earth you're talking about! I assume it was one of YOUR goons who dragged me down here."
"Really? What were you doing there then?"
"I was trying to avoid getting killed!"
"By who?"
"By orcs... and ogres...?
 
> You say "Really. For the leader of a criminal organization, you sure are dense. Have you not noticed the war?"
"Yeah... but I still don't know who you're talking about."
"...I'm talking about the uprising in the kingdom of Mog! You're from the Kingdom of Larion!
 
> You say "As princess of Larion, I demand that you let me go at once!"
Cyrus laughs at your demand. "Sorry, but as you can see, I'm in no mood to hear another demand."
"Why did you capture me then?"
"I was curious.
 
> You say "Curious? About what?"
"About what you'd do if I just let you go."
"And?"
"And nothing. You can go."
"I will not until you tell me what's going on! I want you to tell me why you have orc, ogre and goblin thugs hanging around the sewers!"
Cyrus sighs. "It's a long story...
The princess was taken aback. He was just... going to let her go? She couldn't believe it. This criminal idiot had the audacity to.. She was interrupted by her stomach growling. A sinister thought snuck into her head. Oh, she had an idea.
"What's that supposed to mean, when you said I'd get protection?"
"It means..." he pauses to look at his watch, "that you've got an hour to come up with a better offer."
 
> You say "How about this. You get to be my meal."
You glare at Cyrus. He gulps.
"I-I don't want to be your meal! I want to talk!
The princess stuffed the cad down her throat, gulping rapidly until he was curled up in her gurgling belly. She let out a belch as he landed in her stomach
Cyrus struggled inside of her belly, but this seemed to do little but arouse her. She began stripping down as she rubbed her belly. Cyrus began to whine.
"Please, no. Please, I just want to talk! I don't want to be your meal!"
 
> You say "Oh I believe the time for talk has passed Cyrus. This will teach you to kidnap poor defenseless princesses. We'll see how tough you are once you've digested1"
The princess licked her lips as she felt the tension growing inside of her. She had a dirty mind, to be sure, but this would teach him a lesson he'd remember. She wouldn't hurt him too badly.
 
> You say "So how does it feel to be a princess's meal?"
"Please..." he whined.
"Ha! How sweet." She patted her belly.
Cyrus was slowly being broken down inside of her belly, digesting slowly but surely. As his cries of pain died down, she felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. Really, he was just a victim of circumstance.
However, this guilt quickly faded as she let out a large belch, carrying up her meal's flavor. She pat her belly, massaging the acid into Cyrus as her belly digested him.
"So how does it feel to be a princess's meal, Cyrus?" She purred.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness." He whimpered pathetically.
 
> You say "Yes, yes, you're so very sorry. If you really want to be sorry, you'll digest easily and be a smooth bowel movement!"
The princess giggled as Cyrus broke down pathetically and pleaded with her not to make him her meal. It was amusing to mess with him, but she didn't want him to struggle TOO much. After all, she wouldn't want him to give her indigestion.
"Oh, Cyrus... You're SO sorry. You're so very sorry, but it's time for your punishment." She finally relaxed her stomach muscles, letting the acids flow in and begin to digest Cyrus. She rubbed her belly, letting out a loud belch along with a giggle, knowing that eventually he would be reduced to fat on her ass and a pile of poop being squeezed out of it. At this point, she didn't really care if he suffered. She was done with him.
The princess fell asleep as her digestion continued. The sun finally rose as she felt a massive release of air from her butt.
Fanning the air, she realized that Cyrus had finally finished his trip through her digestive system. With another small fart, she quickly trotted off to the bathroom, pulling down her panties and squatting over the toilet.
As she strained and grunted, the princess felt as if she could release an endless supply of poop. Soon, a solid poop came shooting out of her butt, landing in the toilet with a plop. She gasped at the exertion, knowing this was far from the end.
"Hah, I'm done!" She laughed, standing up and wiping her butt.
The princess wiped her butt, only to realize all of it wasn't coming out.
With an exasperated sigh, she sat back down on the toilet, straining to push out several more logs of shit into the toilet. "Come on now Cyrus, don't be stubborn..."
She felt something coming out, but it wasn't one of her logs. She let out a gasp as she pushed out the soiled skull of Cyrus. It had taken a trip through her body, and now it was coming out of her butt.
The princess wiped her butt, dropping it into the toilet and flushing it after admiring her handiwork.
"There, you're done for today. I hope you had fun while you could, Cyrus."